Have no more time?

Jiang Ning was shocked.

"I understand, you go and rest first."

He asked the doctor to rest first, and stood there a little dazed. After a while, Jiang Ning took a deep breath and walked into the room.

It is hard to imagine that the old naughty boy, who was invincible three years ago, was lying weakly on the bed and lost his former vitality.

"I'm not dead yet, what's your expression?"

The old naughty boy couldn't help but curse when he saw Jiang Ning's expression.

He struggled to sit up, but suddenly felt his hands weak, and the expression on his face gradually solidified, and a trace of loss and helplessness flashed.

"Did you feel it?"

Jiang Ning smiled bitterly, "You have to convince yourself that you are old."

The old naughty boy didn't say anything.

Lying there, closing his eyes, as if he was carefully feeling his body changes.

"Why."

After a while, he opened his eyes, and the loss in his eyes swept away, with a kind of self-deprecation, "I'm really old."

"The deadline has come."

The old naughty boy shook his head gently, "What a pity. Before my apprentice grows up, it is said that she has superb skills. Alas, it's such a pity."

Jiang Yao is only three years old and can actually start to contact her, but the old naughty boy never agreed. He felt distressed by the girl's suffering. He had sweared before that when Jiang Yao could walk one year old, he started to teach her to practice martial arts. But he never thought that he was so doting that he was so arrogant.

Not to mention letting Jiang Yao polish her basic skills, do boring movements, endure hardships, bleeding and sweat, or accidentally bump into the stone, the stone will be broken by the old naughty boy.

Jiang Ning could see that even if Jiang Yao grew up, the old naughty boy would never force her. Unless Jiang Yao wanted to learn, the old naughty boy would not be willing to let her suffer a little.

“How much time is left?”

Jiang Ning asked.

I'm afraid only the old naughty boy knows this best.

"About it, I'm over two hundred years old and I'm alive."

The old naughty boy said, "The body is decayed and the qi and blood are deficient. It can only last for half a year."

Thinking of this, he felt helpless.

"I haven't been with Jiang Yao for more than a few more days."

The old naughty boy is not afraid of death, nor does he care about life and death. He is free and open in his life and lives a happy life. He never cares about any false reputation. If he hadn't been to avenge the revenge that he was killed by Tianlang, he would have been free and died.

At that time, he had no worries, and he was happy every day, but now he had worries.

Unbreakable concern.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say.

Half a year is already a luxury for the old naughty boy, but for Jiang Yao, she is still so young, and she has to go through separation. Jiang Ning feels a little sad.

"Master!Master!"

Outside the house, Jiang Yao's silly voice came.

She ran in with red eyes and rushed to the bed. She obviously cried for a long time, which made the old naughty boy feel distressed. She hurriedly struggled to sit up and gently stroked Jiang Yao's little head.

"Oh, Yaoyao, don't cry, Master is not dead, why are you crying?"

"Don't both of you guys have their faces down, I can't die again!"

He glanced at Jiang Ning, hoping that Jiang Ning would cooperate and not let Jiang Yao be sad.

Seeing Jiang Yao turn to look at him, Jiang Ning nodded: "Well, that's right, your master is fine, he just fainted from hunger."

He found a reason casually.

Three-year-old children may not have the ability to express themselves, but they are actually very smart. They understand everything, understand everything, and have some consciousness. Although they don’t know what death means, knowing that death means leaving.

It means that Wu Yishan, who is in love with the West, will never be seen in the future.

"I want a master!"
Chapter completed!